You know you’re getting old when everything either dries up or leaks.
Being a gentleman, Ted rose as Melanie approached his table. At least once a
month the two old friends met for a leisurely lunch. Long since retired, they
enjoyed catching up with the latest gossip, lamenting about grandchildren, who
had moved from the neighborhood to Scottsdale, who was cheating on whom, who was
still alive and, of course, Brian and Justin.
Naturally as one gets older, the conversation inevitably drifts toward the
personal, specifically, the current state of one's health. During the entree,
Ted and Mel exchanged war stories, an elevated cholesterol here, low blood sugar
there, and a touch of arthritis. Both had been to their primary physicians that
morning for routine check ups and prescription renewals. Each had dropped off
their scripts at the local pharmacy and picked up the usual supplies.
Over the decaf coffee and fruit compote, they compared purchases.
"KY," Mel emphatically stated.
"Astroglide, advanced formula," Ted disagreed with authority.
Without shame or guilt, borne from years of friendship and familiarity, they
snatched up each other’s bag to rummage through. Ted harumphed as Melanie
snorted.
"Depends," they agreed softly as they exchanged bags then ordered more coffee.
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